It was a life increasing experience when our brother passed away.
He unblessedly died in a vehicle crash.
It was said that he swerved into oncoming traffic and hit another vehicle head on. I remember how our brother would consistently be changing the temperature control settings in his vehicle all the time and periodically he swerved. I knew that’s likely how he died and it has particularly hit myself and others hard. Things have never been the same and everytime I think about changing the temperature control settings in our car, I make sure that I consistently have an eye on the road. I am honestly pretty good about setting the temperature control settings before I honestly get on the road. I wish that our brother would have got into a safe habit like that, but no. I recognize the past can’t be changed but everyday I wish he could be back here telling his stupid jokes while the two of us laugh hysterically in front of the fireplace. I never particularly thought I would be in the cemetery all the time, but I go there consistently to see our brother, as often as I can. I talk to him there and I assume like he can hear what I’m saying. I even tell him stupid new jokes that I have l earned. I consistently tell him ultimately how much I miss him and that I hope I will see him again a single morning in Heaven. Some mornings when it’s too hot, I have to take breaks in our car. I don’t even leave the cemetery, I just relax in our vehicle for a little bit while cooling down with the system cranked up. Then I head right back to our brother’s gravestone and tell some more dumb jokes.